ced to excite me by his
caresses. Fastening himself on the first instance on my breasts, he
sucked my nipples, patted and molded my bubbies and tickled me under my
arms. He was not satisfied with his tribute of admiration to my bust,
but he straddled my chest and brought his instrument and testicles
directly over my two ivory globes. He then lowered his bottom and
rubbed his staff and pendants against soft cushions, nay more, he
pressed my breasts closely together and nestled his engine between
them. Great heavens, how these delicious touchings excited me; nor was
he less moved, for his buttocks actually quivered with delight.

"Kate," said he, "how delicious your breasts feel to my pego; I could
almost fancy it was its own proper nest," and he commenced to move his
buttocks backwards and forwards.

"For heaven's sake stop, Ralph, or I shall spend, I shall indeed," I
exclaimed, "I can feel the crisis approaching."

"So do I, darling, but it must not be yet."

He then dismounted and took a seat by my side on the sofa and began to
play with my belly. He stroked it, rubbed it backwards and forwards
with his hand and tickled my navel. He then descended to my slit. There
he made a full stop, and a convulsive thrill ran through his body when
his hand came in contact with the bushy forest of dark auburn hair
surrounding my Mons Veneris. He twined it in his fingers, gently
pulling it, just to cause me the most pleasing titillation without
giving me the slightest pain. He then invaded the sanctuary of love
itself, and gently dividing the lips of my bijou, cautiously advanced
one finger into my vagina. After allowing it to rest there a few
moments, he pushed it further in until it was wholly engulfed in my
glowing passage.

"Oh, Kate," he exclaimed, moving his finger gently in and out of my
slit, "what a charming _con_ you have, how tight it is! And only to
think that I am to bury my staff in this lovely cavity."

"Darling," I replied, "your lascivious touches almost take away my
senses."

He withdrew his finger from my vagina and carried it to the top of my
slit, and tickled my clitoris.

"There now, I have the little sentinel between my fingers. Heavens, how
soft it is," he said, rubbing it gently.

During these manipulations on his part, I was not idle, but paid him
back in his own coin. I stroked down his belly and rubbed his staff in
my hand, making him squirm and wriggle again.

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